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‘Nuff said. It’s summer now, my Blizzaks are shredding, and I only have three 17in’s of this style, which apparently is no longer carried at any of the obvious tire places.
Any suggestions for a 1995 E36 17in wheel that will never go out of stock? The New England roads – especially in this economy, when potholes don’t take priority in funding – are really torturing my alloys.
Dr. Edmond Harvey Curcuru, CPT (R) USA, age 89, passed away peacefully in his sleep at his Longboat Key, FL home on March 20th, 2011, as a result of long-term heart complications.
Born in April, 1921, Edmond grew up in Ferndale, MI with his parents Louis and Florence, two brothers and sister. After high school, he and his brother Louis both received Congressional nominations, and were accepted into the same class at the U.S. Military Academy in West Point, NY. While at West Point, his brother Louis lost his life while flying a training mission. Edmond graduated in an abbreviated three years with the class of June 1943 and received a commission as a 2nd Lieutenant in the U.S. Army. Before departing for the war in Europe, he married his Highland Falls, NY sweetheart, Patricia Nichols.
Arriving in Europe in the fall of 1944, Edmond was assigned to the 502nd PIR of the 101st “Screaming Eagles” Airborne division a few short days before the Battle of the Bulge. He made his only combat jump off the back of a truck into the battle near Bastogne, where the 101st was encircled by the enemy. As the only surviving officer of his company, he led his men until forces of the 3rd Army broke the encirclement, winning the Bronze Star for his actions. Shortly thereafter, he was wounded by a bomb, losing the use of his wrist and acquiring some lifelong shrapnel along with a Purple Heart.
After his medical discharge from the U.S. Army after the war, he taught at Miami University in Ohio until being recalled by the U.S. Army during the Korean War. He spent his remaining Army service as a Captain teaching at West Point, and was one of the original faculty members of the Department of Military Psychology and Leadership.
After retiring on disability from the U.S. Army, Edmond moved to Connecticut, where he consulted and presented training for Life Office Management Association and across the insurance industry while receiving his PhD from Columbia University. He was one of the founding professors at the Stamford branch of the University of Connecticut Business School, where he taught business and management classes. He traveled extensively for his teaching, lecture, and consulting work on leadership and management theory with many insurance companies, and served as a director for the Sentry Life Insurance Company of New York.
Edmond continued his consulting and teaching work with his own company, Management Services, Inc. for many years, well past his retirement age. He called several places home in his life, including Palm Springs, FL; Weston, CT; Longboat Key, FL, and especially Southold, NY, where he dearly loved predicting the weather, and watching the sunset over the waves on the beach.
Edmond is survived by his wife, Patricia N. Curcuru; his sons Steven N. Curcuru, Kevin H. Curcuru, and Kim M. Curcuru; grandchildren Shane Curcuru, Julie Curcuru, Emily Curcuru, and Todd Curcuru, and great grandchildren Roxanne Curcuru and Arin Mcgilvray. Services will be held later this summer at the Southold United Methodist Church in Southold, NY, at the family plot.
In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to your preferred U.S. Army Veterans organization, or to the Southold United Methodist Church, in memoriam of E.H. Curcuru, USMA June ’43.
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It started with some bad news over the weekend which I’ll blog later, which set an odd tone for this week. But coming into work early this morning, I definitely get the feel I’m on a movie set doing a modernistic post-apocalyptic script.
We had late spring snow yesterday, so while my body is telling me it should be too warm for snow, there’s still just enough snow on the grass and a few dark spots to be more than a dusting. It gives an eerie feeling, like the onset of nuclear winter.
Oh, and then there’s the news these days. ‘Nuff said.
They’ve been doing construction downstairs in my office building lately, and the sound travels through some of the walls. It’s an annoying cross between the clanking of SkyNet robots, and the strange chittering of some little alien creatures.
But even better than that is the latest way to save money on garage lighting. The building landlord recently replaced all the lights in our underground parking garage with efficient but flickery fluorescents. But they went even further than that: 80%+ of the lights now have motion sensors, meaning they’re turned off most of the time, until you drive near them.
It’s quite an experience being in the underground garage, where most of the lights appear to be out, and there’s just this hint of chittering in the background…
To top it all off, those post-apocalyptic movie directors even got the Galleria to participate!
So I’m definitely hoarding the emergency food in my desk, and raiding the drink machine before anyone else gets into the office. I’ll be ready.
(Yes, it’s all true. Well, there was only one mouse; I do have pictures. Plus they were doing maintenance on the escalators & elevators.)
(Oh, the refugees? Yes, that’s true too. They’re waiting in line for their iPads. Reminiscent of an earlier day…)
Taking inspiration from Rich Bowen (from Chris Shiflett) here’s a blog entry to celebrate a hopefully Joyous Spring after yesterday’s Equinox and Supermoon.
Just FYI, Google has mysteriously locked my personal GMail account, around 8pm last night (Friday) for no apparent reason. I’ve already sent in the “please reactivate” form, as well as asked a few Googlers to investigate.
No, I have no reason to believe there’s a password compromise, and no, I wasn’t doing anything naughty with that account, so one presumes it’s an odd bug with Google’s security procedures.
Drat – I wish I could see the IP login list for my account. I’m pretty stable at where I login from, so any theoretical hack attempts would be pretty obvious if they didn’t disguise IP. But I really have no idea why I’d be a hack target.
Sigh.
Lucas, our beloved 17 year old Siamese, and the nicest cat you’ll probably ever meet, had a seizure last night, and now needs both more medications and a even more special diet – and now, no dry food anymore.
Since we have two other lady cats who do need to eat dry food, we need to switch them from self-feeding dry food to having scheduled feedings. We’ve always had good luck with self-feeding dry food (with scheduled wet food on occasion) in the past, so it’s been a while since we’ve taken all the food away and only brought it out on a schedule.
Any tips on switching the ladies to only scheduled dry food feedings? I think they’ll both adapt eventually, since they are very social cats and are used to following us around, but I’m concerned about how best to make the switch without upsetting everyone anymore than our recent vet trips have done.
A grab bag of things this week.
Leading letters go out to The One I Love. 
